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Continuing Defining Lesbian labels/identities, this time weâre doing Bambi Lesbians!!
Though the term isnât well heard of, stereotypically, a Bambi Lesbian is a lesbian who prefers non/less-sexual intimacy. For example: kissing, hugs, holding hands, or even hanging out together!Â
A lot of Bambi Lesbians these days are on the ace spectrum but you donât have to be ace to be a Bambi Lesbian. If it feels right or youâre interested, look into it some more, try it out, thereâs no right or wrong answer.Â
And please remember that Bambi Lesbian is as diverse an identity as any other, so if it feels right but youâre scared that youâre not âenoughâ to fit in, ignore that and give it a shot. <3Â
I'm 47 and only came to understand that I was ace after my partner of 8 years left me a couple of years ago. She called me asexual, towards the end of that relationship, but in such a throw away manner, that didn't invite conversation or discussion and made me feel like it was a derogatory term. But since the split, I've had time and space to process everything and revisit aspects of that relationship as part of the healing. I came to understand more about the asexual spectrum and embrace the fact that I am on it and I am not alone. And now I'm finding another new term that seems to fit a bit more specifically. Bambi lesbian. It's true when they say it's a journey and it's fluid and your labels are not set in stone, just as you yourself are always evolving and learning.
I'm still hurting and healing, she was my only relationship, but in the million-to-one chance I might find someone else to share my life with in the future, I know I'll be being honest with myself and them from the start.
A/N: Happy Birthday @reminiscingtonight. Youâre the best, I hope you have a year as awesome as you. Despite the title, this is all fluff. I hope you like it!
Sophomore year of college was not going to plan. It hadnât even started yet. Youâd made the choice not to apply for dorms. Instead, youâd made plans with your two best friends from freshman year. The three of you had been inseparable for two semesters, and it made perfect sense to rent an off campus house together.
As the summer went on, it started to feel like you were the only one in the group still excited for the experience of living together. You found yourself sending links for potential houses into the group chat, only to be left on read.
You and Wanda decided to take a week away from the compound to spend some leisure time together. You drove to the coast and wanted to enjoy the sun on your face and the sand between your toes.Â
Mother nature, however, had other plans.Â
The rain started and shows no sign of stopping any time soon.Â
The weird thing was, you couldn't stop looking at it.Â
The rain that is.Â
Your gaze kept getting pulled to the window across the room.Â
The sound of the pitter patter taking your attention away from the movie playing on the TV.Â
You don't know how long you have been distracted.Â
The sound of the rain was only adding to the comfort that was the weight of the woman laying on you. You never thought it was possible to be this satisfied with your life. It was little moments like these that you loved.Â
You had your arms around Wanda and the shirt she was wearing felt soft under your fingertips as your eyes followed a drop of water that made its way down the window pane.Â
Lost in your thoughts you start speaking without realising,Â
"I would get told off for wanting to play in the rain."Â
Wanda readjusted slightly so she could look at you. Resting her hands on your chest so her chin was pressed into the back of her hand she saw your far away gaze.Â
She wondered how much of the movie you had missed.Â
"At one point I always wanted to just stand in the rain. Doing nothing, but feel the rain on my face."Â
The rain was hypnotising but when Wanda got up from your comfortable position she effectively broke you out of your stupor.Â
You look at her confused, considering the movie was still playing and it was getting to its climax.Â
She puts her hand out for you which you take out of habit. You're still confused as you stand and don't break eye contact. You're about to ask what she's doing but she speaks before you get your words out.Â
"Come with me," she says softly.Â
She takes you to the door that leads to the back yard of the place you've called home for the last few days.Â
"Wanda, what are you doing? Where are you taking us?" You ask.Â
She turns slightly smiling at you, "We're going to go out in the rain."Â
You pull your hand from hers, "Wanda we can't, we'll get sick."Â
"No we won't. And even if we do, it just means another week off." She chuckles slightly. "I don't mind spending another week in bed with you."Â
You scoff and nod your head. "Ok, sure. Let's do this." You take her hand in yours again.Â
The sound of the rain and the smell of the sea overtake your senses as the door is opened. She pulls you along and leads you both out before you can protest not wearing the appropriate clothing.Â
Quickly closing the door she pulls you with her into a slight run and starts racing to the beach.Â
Her laughter cuts through the sound of the rain and into your ears.Â
You join in with her laughter as you feel the rain against your skin soaking through your clothes.Â
You look at Wanda and take in her appearance as you make it to the sand. She's smiling with her eyes closed, facing the sky. The strands of her hair are dripping water but she looks as beautiful as ever.Â
She lets out a shriek when you pick her up unexpectedly. She yells through her laughter, when you get to the water's edge, "Stop! Not in the water!"Â
You laugh at her logic and shout over the crashing waves,Â
"It's not like we can get any more wet!"Â
Walking into the shallow of the water you drop her but she grabs the front of your shirt and you fall with her.Â
Laughing like school children, you get up and run away as fast as you can from her retaliation.Â
Considering the weight of your clothes, you don't get very far when she jumps on your back.Â
When you inevitably meet the ground again you lay on your back not realising how out of breath you both are. After a few breaths, at the same time, you turn your heads and make eye contact, setting off another round of giggles.Â
You turn your head to the sky, the rain forcing you to close your eyes as you bask in the droplets rolling down your face.Â
Wanda takes the moment to look at you; the lines of your face, the look of content, the relaxed smile.Â
She leans forward and presses a small kiss on your cheek. She lets out a chuckle and whispers in your ear, "You taste like salt water". Her warm breath sends a shiver down your spine and goosebumps prickle your arms.Â
Your smile widens, as you look at her. You see her lay flat again, taking your hand in hers, to join you in your relaxed state.Â
You both lay there for longer than either of you intended.Â
On your walk back to the house you can feel droplets of water racing down your body.Â
âŚ
When you've both dried off, you get comfortable on the sofa again but this time you watch the fire burning in front of you.Â
The crackle fills the silence in the room.Â
You move your hand to Wanda's face and pull her gaze to you. She smiles at you but you lean in and kiss her. Softly. Longingly.Â
Leaning your forehead against hers, you whisper the words you'll never tire of saying to her, "I love you." You can't stop the smile that spreads across your face with her whispered reply, "I love you."Â
Being with Wanda is the happiest you've ever been.Â
The whole day has felt like a dream.Â
Every day with Wanda feels like a dream.Â
You can't wait to see what other dreams will come true with her in your life.Â
A/N: Kinda Professor AU x Innocent!Reader. Allusions to sexy stuff. @britpup thank you for the prompt!
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âAre we there yet?'
âNearly baby.â Wandaâs fingers traced over the top of yours. The touch made your skin tingle. The car hummed beneath you.
You felt warm, slightly nervous with Wanda's attention on you.
This was a big deal.
There was having a thing with your professor. And then, there was spending term break together.Â
Your stomach fluttered with everything it might mean. The car radio hummed music that was slowly becoming familiar to you.Â
You closed your eyes. You recognised the song vaguely. Youâd heard it once before in Wandaâs office. It was your favourite place in the world.
Youâd first visited during the allocated office hours, hugging a thick binder. Wanda had been sitting behind her desk, studying a thick manuscript until you walked in. Her eyes had glanced up and then theyâd caught on you thoughtfully.Â
Her hair was back in the loose braid that she always wore. Her smile had been knowing.Â
Even in lectures, her smile was knowing. Sheâd always known. You were special.
Standing nervously in front of her desk, you stumbled through a question about the next essay due. You were struggling with the class.
In lectures, you kept losing track of the subject. You couldnât help staring at Professor Maximoff.Â
The line of her jaw, the curve of her collarbone beneath her shirt. Her eyes, the feel of her sudden attention. You trembled when Wandaâs focus lingered over you.Â
You faced her desk with silly questions to ask. You felt nervous to take up her time. Your legs had been shaking as you stood there. Youâd felt shy and exposed.Â
Wandaâs voice had stayed a murmur as she answered each of your questions in turn. She was patient, slow and thoughtful in her answers.Â
Before you knew it, youâd been moving closer to hear her better. Your skirt had ridden up against the front of the desk.
âYou look warm.â Sheâd noted, leaning forward in her seat.Â
Youâd looked at the clock behind her. Office hours had ended, but Wanda seemed pleased to have you here.
Sheâd reached across her desk, fingering the hem of your skirt. Your breath had caught. Sheâd hummed and youâd felt the vibration between your legs.Â
Suddenly hot and shaky, youâd made a small noise.Â
Her fingers had stilled.Â
âI want your number.â Sheâd said simply.Â
âOkay.â Youâd whispered, unable to focus on anything but wishing her fingers would move higher.Â
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Wanda started mentoring you then. Special office hours just for you.
Thatâs when sheâd stopped being Professor Maximoff.
When she let you unbutton her shirt slowly, touching her pale breasts curiously.
When she slid her hand between the elastic of your panties and the skin no one else had touched before.Â
Afterwards, Wanda stroked your hair sometimes. She called you pretty names and rubbed your nipples as she praised you.
She touched her fingers against your most sensitive area, pressing until your stomach did flips.
You loved Wanda.Â
You couldnât tell a soul about her, but you didnât care. You didn't care about anyone but her.
She was taking you away for term break.Â
The road she was driving along was winding. A thick forest coated it on either side. When the house appeared in front of you, it glowed like a beacon.
You smiled excitedly and turned to Wanda. Her eyes softened at your expression. You felt her thumb brush the side of your cheek.Â
âPretty thing.â She murmured and you felt the thrill inside your chest. You smiled wider.
Summary: University!AU & FakeDating!AU. When Wanda Maximoff asks for your help with her pesky ex-boyfriend, you can only say yes.
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A/N: fluff is so much harder to write than angst but someone insisted. Thanks anon for requesting it, too. This was fun to write. Enjoy yâall!
Shoutout to my very favorite @holiday-house-of-m for editing and giving me a title, you're the very best mate
lil family tag list: @cookiesimpt @thought-of-you-and-me
You hurry across campus cursing under your breath about not being able to fly or at the very least run very fast, youâre sick of being late all the time. Especially today. You could deal with being late to classes, your professorsâ mean stares had no real effect on you after like the first ten, but your best friendâs wrath was something else. So you hurry up down the path, breaking into a jog to assure yourself that Natasha wasnât going to murder you. You had promised to be at this party over a week ago and youâd be damned before breaking a promise to the redhead.
Being in a university only meant for enhanced humans, you never wanted to get into a fight, the risk of getting your ass kicked was too great and Natasha was on top of the â people youâd never win againstâ list so youâre happy to see the Supers' House come into view. Itâs yours, or at least your departmentâs, the supers. Humans who had super strength, durability, healed faster. It sounded awesome growing up when you didnât know the huge variety of enhanced individuals there actually was. Now, you just wanted to graduate and join a team where youâd work alongside people with widely different powers, that intrigued you more than anything else.
The music is way too loud when you push the heavy door open but you find the redhead quickly and she leaves a quick kiss on your cheek before thanking you for being somewhat on time. The party is fun, and you make the conscious effort not to drink too much. You know way too well your abilities would let you consume huge amounts before feeling even remotely tipsy but the cheap beer isnât exactly to your taste.Â
So you spend the majority of your night watching other people, dancing with a couple of friends and quietly admiring every cute girl you see. And damn there are many.
But none of the likes of Wanda freaking Maximoff who you saw enter the house about twenty minutes ago.
You donât really know Wanda all that well. To be honest, no one but a handful of selected people seem to really know the witch. Being the poster child for the school and being dubbed the most powerful witch the university has ever seen make the young girl absolutely unreachable, untouchable.
You push the thoughts of Wanda out of your mind, she had disappeared upstairs and it was dumb and mean to your own heart to entertain any of your gay thoughts towards the girl.
You decide to go grab yourself some water but youâre not even half way in the kitchen when a boy you donât think youâve ever seen steps in your way. You only half listen to his flirtatious comments, more preoccupied by wracking your brain to find an excuse to get away from him. He doesnât seem to care that youâre clearly uncomfortable and you have half a mind to just run out. Heâs leaning over you more and more, trapping you against the counter.
You put your hand on his chest to push him away when his whole body is shoved to the side. You know you have inhumane strength but you hadnât even pushed yet. you look on in surprise but the only thing you can see is strawberry red hair before you feel lips kiss your cheek.
âHey, babe! Whoâs your friend?â
You blink up at the person, her easy smile, her arms encircling your waist and your brain canât focus on anything but her.
Her, Wanda Maximoff.
You see her lips move again and you shake your head in order to bring yourself back to reality.
âHi, Iâm Y/Nâs girlfriend, and you are?â she asks her voice letting the boy know to think about his answer very carefully.
That makes him splutter and he quickly takes his leave.
Wanda turns around to face you, her eyes are unsure as she takes her arms away from your waist. âSorry, I thought you could use some help. He was a bit⌠insistent.â She rubs the back of her neck, your silence leaving her not entirely sure she had read the situation right.
âYou know my name?â You blurt out the question before you can think about it and you want to smack your head against the counter behind you. Wanda Maximoff is talking to you in all her coolness and youâre here making a fool out of yourself, not being able to have a conversation just because you noticed her eyes are greener from up close. Dammit.
âUh, yeah? I hope itâs alright I stepped in.â She jabs her thumb over her shoulder, indicating the direction the flirty guy had run in.
You nod, whispering a small âyes, thank youâ and hoping your heated up face isnât as noticeable to her as it feels to you.
âOkay, cool, well Iâll see around, Y/N.â She squeezes your biceps before stepping away and you only manage a small wave and a quick very mumbled âgoodbyeâ before she is out the door.
You bitterly laugh off the butterflies you can feel licking at your insides, trying to hide the disaster of your gay panic but it sticks with you for the rest of the night.
You just hope youâll get to see Wanda again soon, maybe even make a second impression better than the first.
You donât see Wanda again soon.
It has been over three weeks and absolutely no sign of her.
You gathered over the last four years that being a celebrity on campus doesnât really seem to suit her and she seems to mostly keep to herself but you had hoped. And hoped. And hoped.
But after a few weeks, you had told yourself to stop the little fantasies that keep running around in your mind and to just move on from the three-sentence conversation you had with the witch.
And when you stopped looking, she appeared.
Youâre walking down a long ass hallway, trying to remember which door is the one that leads to the stairs. You had a meeting with an academic advisor from another department after you broke another studentâs nose with a frisbee you may have thrown a bit hard and well, your aim has never been the best. You were let off with just a warning because it was obviously just an accident. But now you find yourself lost in an unfamiliar building that resembled more a maze than a school.
Before you can grumble your way out, a door swings open and nearly chops your shoulder off. You freeze, trying to avoid being hit by the person whoâs coming out, too but when they take a sharp turn in your direction, you canât avoid them. Instead, you grab their shoulders before they can collide into your body.
âOh God, Iâm so sorry.â You both look up at the same time and Wandaâs face splits into a genuine smile. âOh hi, there, girlfriend. Itâs good to see you again!â
You chuckle, hoping she doesnât hear how nervous you are at the nickname. âHi, Wanda. Howâre you?â
Damn, you already did better and itâs only your first sentence of the conversation. Go you!
âIâm fine, thank you for asking. Where are you headed? I donât think Iâve ever seen you in this building?â She looks genuinely curious and it makes your insides twist in the gayest way.
âIâm actually heading out,â you say pointing behind her and she looks over her shoulder. You see a small crease form between her eyebrows.
âThe exit is that way.â You follow her own index with your eyes. She is showing you the long hallway you just came down from and you frown.
âWhat the fuck? I swear I justââ You look around you but youâre not actually sure the hallway is still the same as when you had looked at it two minutes ago. âI donât know. This is a maze,â you whine before you can catch yourself but when you hear her laugh in response, you give her a small smile.
âCome on, youâll get the hang of it soon enough.â Wanda grabs your wrist loosely to urge you to walk with her and you happily follow.
âIt feels like every time I see you, you save me,â you muse more to yourself but she hears you and stops in her tracks right in front of the door. She looks at you, head tilted and bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Your finger twitches to free it but instead you look at her in question.
âI didnât do these things to be repaid butâŚâ she drags her last word and you notice how nervous she looks. She has tucked herself against the hallway wall like she is casually chilling but her shoulders are tensed and her eyes fleet about the place, scared to land on you. You lean your head forward, trying to catch her eyes and when you do you smile gently.
âBut?â
âBut Iâve been invited to a dinner with like a bunch of profs and students. Itâs pretty elitist and I donât like it and uhm, I donât know how to explain what it isâŚâ
âThat thing at Starkâs?â
âYeah, youâve heard of it?â
âIâm invited to it, Wanda,â you laugh but youâre still confused about why she is talking about it.
She nods, her eyes suddenly holding yours. âI could use some help during that thing if you donât mind.â
âAnything.â
She smirks at that, her head tilting again but in an assessing manner that you try to ignore. You can feel the butterflies coming back full speed and the flutter could make you sick if you focused on it too long. You donât have time to dwell on it, though. Wanda slumps back against the wall with a sigh and concern is the only thing on your mind.
âMy ex, Jarvis Vision, is gonna be there and well, heâs been adamant about getting back together andâŚâ she trails off, unsure how to phrase what she wants.
âAnd you could use a buffer?â
âGod, no. That makes it sound bad, Y/N, I wouldnât ask that of you.â You shrug at her to show that you donât mind it but she shakes her head. âNo, no. I could use a date.â
Your heart doesnât miss a beat, it misses a whole song.
Your mouth opens and closes a few times, no words coming out but you do have to swallow the little undignified squeal that your throat wants to let out.
âOh, uhm, itâs fine. Sorry, forget it.â She cards her fingers through her hair, laughing lightly at your silence but you can feel the awkwardness seeping in.
âNo, no!â She widens her eyes at your sudden outburst. âI mean Iâll do it, Wanda! Iâm going, youâre going. I can be your date!â You try to keep your voice even not to show how freaked out and excited you are at the idea of taking Wanda Maximoff on a date.Â
Even a pretend date.
She beams like youâve never seen her do before and before you can say anything else, she envelops you in a tight hug for a second. You melt into the embrace, soaking it up as much as you can. Wanda smells so nice and she hugs you just tight enough and god, you donât think youâll ever get over this one moment.
The rest of the conversation passes by in a flurry for you. You decide on a time for you to pick her up for the infamous Stark dinner and you spend the whole time trying to rein in the gay panic you can feel rising in your throat. Wanda seems relaxed for once and when she leaves you, you watch her go with a small pleased smile at having made her day a bit better.
The next week goes by in a blur of stress and Natashaâs teasing. The dinner is coming soon and the closer it gets, the more you think you might not survive it. Despite all the gay jokes your best friend has been cracking at your expense, you find comfort in knowing sheâll be there, too. Pros of the two of having the best grades in your department.
Saturday night sees you sweat profusely and fret way too long over what youâre going to wear. Nat finds you rummaging through your closet for the hundredth time and, understanding now is not the time to be a smartass, she grabs your shoulders to make you sit on your bed.
âIâve got you, Y/N.â
She picks your favorite pair of black pants, black dress shirt, and after careful deliberation, chooses your maroon blazer to top it off. Youâre on autopilot as you dress yourself and soon enough, Nat has done your light make-up and is pushing you out the door with the reassurance that youâll see her soon enough.
The knock on Wandaâs door is careful and you withdraw your hand right away and take a step back as if the empty space in front of you could ever placate your nerves.Â
The door opens to revel Wanda in a mid-thigh black dress and you lose the ability to breathe. She smiles softly at you and her eyes land on whatâs in your hands and you finally remember yourself long enough to thrust the bouquet of flowers towards her.
âI- I, uh, wasnât sure what the conventions are in our situation but I thought, yâknow⌠flowers?â You scratch the back on your neck to try and calm down. âYou look stunning by the way.â You blush madly and try to keep your eyes away from her green eyes, and her lips, and her collarbones, and⌠oh god. You close your eyes, your face falling in an embarrassed grimace that makes Wanda chuckle.
âThank you, Y/N, theyâre lovely. And youâre lovely, handsome really. Come in for a second while I find something to put them in.â She finds a vase quickly and soon youâre leading her to your car. She beams at you when you open the door for her.
The conversation flows well in the car, the music playing from your Spotify only background noise as you discuss anything and everything. The redhead smiles widely at all your soft compliments, she thinks you donât even realise you always find a way to say something nice about her and she absolutely loves the softness of you.
But the closer you get to your professorâs house for the dinner party, the more you can feel Wandaâs nerves rising. Her body tenses slowly and talking becomes a bit harder. You find a place to park and once outside, she latches onto your hand and forearm.
You stop the both of you right before the front door to run your thumb on Wandaâs hand and she looks up at you. âI got you, Wands. Your ex wonât know whatâs hit him.â
That seems to be all the reassurance she needed as she takes a big breath before nodding and giving you a small smile. âThank you.â She leads you inside.
The dinner is the most formal affair youâve ever been to. Professors and the best students from each department socialise around champagne and canapĂŠs and arriving with Wanda at your arm means a lot of eyes are on you. You try your best to ignore them as you focus on the girl next to you. You see her scan the room anxiously and you let her guide you through the crowd. âI could use a drink,â she tells you softly and you nod, following her. You could use a few yourself if you want to forget everybody is watching.
Youâre going to have to make abstraction of your insecurities entirely to help Wanda.
As soon as youâve had that thought, Jarvis Vision steps in front of the two of you making it impossible to bypass him to get to the bar.
He immediately invades her personal space, bending down in order to whisper a few words you canât hear in Wandaâs ear but she backs up quickly, almost ramming into you if not for your steadying hands on her hips. She looks at you over her shoulder, eyes pleading and body stiff but her sudden movements and clear unease donât seem to deter the boy one bit.
âDarling, câmon just a quick word outside. I just wanna talk.â His hands are raised in a peace offering gesture but the glint you see in his eyes is anything but. It sets off alarm bells in your mind which pushes you to step forward and right next to Wanda.
You let your arm envelop her shoulders, bringing her body closer to you and Wanda instinctively wraps her arms around your waist, turning her body to the side to face you and not him. You ignore the way your heart is thumping widely in your chest to focus on helping her the best you can. You drop a gentle kiss on her temple before whispering an âI gotchaâ only meant for her to hear.
âLook, big boy, I donât know what you want with my girlfriend but if you donât fuck off right now weâre gonna have a problem. A very public one.â
Vision scoffs but soon realises that most people who were mingling in the living room are now watching the scene unfold and as much as that sends you on edge, satisfaction creeps into your core when you see him back off slightly. His muttered âwhateverâ brings a small smirk to your face that only grows when he tries to catch Wandaâs eyes one more time but the girl remains facing you.
If looks could kill, the blond boy wouldâve sent you six feet under but with Wandaâs body pressed against your side and relaxing when her ex decides to leave, there is no doubt in your mind that you could be brought back to life if she asked. Youâd do anything for hâ
She nuzzles at your cheek before dropping a quick kiss on your jaw and all of your blood comes rushing to your face. You fear you might combust and you splutter like a fool when she whispers a soft âthank youâ right in your ear.
Wanda untangles herself but softly grasps your hand as she keep leading you to the bar like she hasnât just made your whole world stop. You wonder if she knows what she does to you.
The rest of the night comes and goes quickly. You introduce Wanda to Natasha and the rest of your friends and stuck with each other. Want seems to know a lot of people, or rather a lot of people seem to know her, but you canât help but notice that friends are rare for her. Youâre happy she seems to fit in with your group of friends rather well.
She never truly relaxes, though, and to be fair, you donât either. You can both tell that Vision has been hovering the whole time and it makes your skin crawl.
Wanda is in full conversation with Yelena and Kate when you tell her you need the bathroom. You promise to be back soon and she gives you the softest smile in return.
The line to the bathroom is long and it feels like forever before you can do your business and sneak back into the party, escaping the narrow hallway full of sweaty bodies. You find Nat and a couple of your friends but your eyes are quick to scan the small group. Your heart drops at the realisation that Wanda isnât where you had last seen her.
Your search can only be defined as slightly frantic, youâre trying to hide the emotions youâre feeling as you donât quite understand them yet. You have no time to dwell on them when you exit the house through the back and find yourself on a huge patio. Thatâs where you find him.
Vision leans his whole body forward, caging Wanda against the wall of the house a few meters away from the door youâre standing at.
It doesnât take you more than an instant to realise that Vision isnât listening to Wandaâs broken voice and her pleading hands trying to push him away from her. By the time you start moving towards the two, she has already repeated twice how over it is between them but the boy only leans forward more.
âHey, leave her alone!â You project more confidence than you think you have but that gets the boyâs attention.Â
Vision turns to you, a sneer on his face and venom in his voice, âfuck off! This doesnât concern you.â
He grabs her wrist in his harsh hand trying to yank her closer to him but before he has any time to go anywhere away from you, you launch forward.
Your fist collides with his nose with superhuman strength and despite his robotic nature, the surprise still makes him stumble back.
You grab Wandaâs hand. âRun!â
Itâs stupid.
Ridiculous, really.
Where do you think you can run?
Oh well, too late.
You sprint through the back door, and inside, make quick work of finding your friends. But when you make motion towards them, Wanda pulls you back.
Youâre still holding her hand.
Eyes are still on you.
âCan we leave?â Her whisper wouldâve been barely audible if she hadnât leaned in, lips right by your ear.
You could never deny her anything, so you nod.
The silence in the car is a stark contrast to the bustling of the party and you welcome it gladly.
Youâre driving with no real destination in mind, you hadnât thought that far ahead and youâre starting to slightly panic. Two minutes in this car and you keep circling back to Vision, fucking Vision, and the soft desire to take Wanda away from him as best as you can.
But how?
Where?
Youâre a fool and yâ
âou can hear Wandaâs soft cries from your passenger seat.
You glance at her and the sight breaks you.
She is leaning against the window, tucked into herself. You can just tell she wishes sheâd disappear right now.
You slow the car down.
You donât have to go anywhere.
No destination. Just the witch sitting next to you.
She is your priority.
Once youâre pulled over, you touch her shoulder trying to get her attention. The gesture is featherlight, youâre scared sheâll retreat. But instead, she turns towards you with red-rimmed eyes and soft sniffles.
âIâm sorry,â she says and her broken voice sends anger in your veins but you know better than to get mad at a boy not even there with you.
Priorities.
Wanda.
You take her left hand in yours and muster the softest smile you can. Itâs not hard to do when youâre looking at her.
âItâs okay, Wands. You did nothing wrong.â
âItâs stupid, I donât even want to cry over him. Iâm not. I justâ,â she trails off but at her hardened stare you think you can guess.
âItâs frustrating. I get it.âÂ
She nods and you see her shoulders drop, relief washing over her whole body and you donât know what you did right, but you want to keep doing it.
You stroke the back of Wandaâs hand as a means to fill the silence.
You know thatâs dumb, but Wandaâs mouth is opening and closing, a frown deepening the crease between her eyebrows and you know she wants to say something. She is struggling and you want to soothe her, giving her the space to find her words in a silence thatâs not too overwhelming.
She looks at the movement of your thumb and the frown slowly softens and she turns her hand over, intertwining your fingers together. She seems to settle on the words she wants to say out loud.
âI still had a good night, Y/N. I just wish it had ended on a better note. Iâm sorry.â
âWho said itâs over?â
Fuck, youâve got no clue where that came from.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuâ
âI know a good spot not far from here, could we go?â Wandaâs question is genuine and the butterflies come back full force at knowing that she wants to keep spending time with you.
You beam at her and her eyes glint with amusement when you manage to put your car back on drive without letting go of her hand.
Wanda leads you to a small open field a little outside the city and you park the car at the end of the dirt road. Itâs quiet out here and when youâve rounded the car to sit yourself on the hood of your car, Wanda directs your eyes to the sky.
Hundreds, no, thousands of stars.
You gawk in awe and when you hear Wanda chuckle, you turn to face her. She is already looking at you with a soft smile. âNice, right?â
You nod but you suddenly donât seem to care about the Milky Way. âVery nice,â you whisper making Wanda blush and you realise sheâs heard you.
You whip your head around and gaze at the stars once again.
It doesnât take you two long to fall into an easy conversation and getting to know the witch is like reading a book you know will be your favourite. A story that will remain with you for years to come woven in her voice.
You swap cute memories, happy ones, heartbreaking moments, and bittersweet ones.
She tells you why she dated Vision for so long, his thoughts were quiet compared to everybody elseâs before she had fully learned to control her powers, and that drew her in. She tells you why she broke up with him. Even if you already guessed why - him being a major a-hole. She laughs when you canât keep that thought firmly locked in your mind and blurt it out.
You laugh along with her.
When the soft breeze blows past you, she cuddles a little closer to you and you instinctively wrap your arm around her shoulders.
âYouâve been a better fake partner, tonight, than anyone Iâve really dated before,â she whispers, lips almost touching the sensitive skin of your neck and you shiver.
You chuckle nervously, feeling your whole body going into overdrive. Her sweet scent is filling up your nose, her skin under your fingertips is soft and supple, you can taste how nervous she makes you on your tongue, her quiet breaths near your ear are an example for your own deepening ones.
You look down and two green eyes meet yours.
Her calmness meets your agitation and she seems to understand right away.
She sits up straighter and you tense at the thought that she wants to put space between the two of you.
âYour thoughts are really loud, detka.â
You blush, looking down at your lap. âSorry.â
âDonât be.â With her index under your chin, she urges you to look at her again. She smiles softly when your hesitant eyes finally settle back on her. âCould this become real?â
Your eyes widen, not having expected that question at all but your brain doesnât even have to tell you to answer for your head to start nodding.
Wanda chuckles at your eagerness and you settle down, eyes looking down at her lips. âCan I kiss you?â Your voice is full of emotions.
Emotions that will only grow from then on.
When your lips touch that night, itâs only the first of many many many times between the two of you.
if you watched xena before the canon f/f ships of 2016-2019, itâs just like. nothing hits enough compared to six seasons of relationship development and camp antics and absolute balls to the wall tragedy. one time gabrielleâs antichrist daughter murders xenaâs son and they have such a horrible rift that xena throws gabrielle off a cliff and they have to do a musical episode to forgive each other (one lyric is âthe love of your love is youâ and they HOLD HANDS THROUGH A WATERFALL) and one time gabrielle dies so xena travels miles and miles to join her in the amazonian afterlife ALSO THEY HAVE A DAUGHTER AND GABRIELLE IS EXPLICITLY THE SECOND PARENT, plus her biological second parent is xenaâs former enemy whosâs ALSO a woman. xena and gabrielle are soulmates in multiple aus and future timelines. one time beowulf met them and was like âhello lesbians, letâs get this bread" (the sacred rheingold ring so odinâs wife can go back to asgaard.) xena personally caused the ides of march. gabrielle friendzones homer. god itâs like. where is that energy!! where is it!!
